"They're laughing at me!" he went on. "Just hear that!"

"Go to bed, and I will investigate in the morning," answered Captain
Putnam, and William Philander went off, vowing vengeance.

"Just wait till I find out who did it," he told himself, as he washed
up the best he could in some cold water. "I'll have them in court for
it." But he never did find out, nor did Captain Putnam's investigation
lead to any disclosures.

William Philander's trials for that night were not yet at an end. On
the march to the camp some of the cadets had picked up a number of
burrs of fair size. A liberal quantity of these had been introduced
under the covers of Tubbs' cot immediately after he left the tent.

Having washed up as best he could, the aristocratic cadet blew out the
light he had borrowed and prepared to retire once more. He threw back
the covers and dropped heavily upon the cot in just the spot where the
sharpest of the burrs lay.

An instant later a wild shriek of pain and astonishment rent the air.

"Ouch! Oh my, I'm stuck full of pins! Oh, dear me!"

And then William Philander Tubbs leaped up and began to dance around
like a wild Indian.

"What's the matter with you, Billy?" asked one of his tent-mates,
entering in the midst of the excitement.